This is a blog...

...that has been created due to boredom. I usually don't have anything of interest to say, so anyone insane enough to read this on a semi-regular basis can look 'forward' to ill-focused rage, vague puerility and, er, stuff. Basically, expect sub-Charlie Brooker meanderings, except when I say sub, I'm talking Mariana Trench depths. Actually, is self-depecration still in? Have I even spelt that right? Should I have typed spelled instead of spelt?

Yes. That.

So... I don't really read blogs. Twitter seems to fill my e-stalking quota. I say 'stalking', I really mean 'celebrity moaning about this that and the other', with an e at the front. Really, Alan Davies? THANKS FOR THAT. Anyway, the upshot being I don't know how the initial blogpost in a... blog should be set out. Do I introduce myself? Retain an air of mystery for the 7 unfortunate souls who accidentally stumble upon it? Reveal deepest secrets, my mother's maiden name and the name of my first pet? How about a mixture, with a list of stuff - match them to whatever you think. If you can be arsed, which given that you'll only feel a sense of time wasted afterwards, is unlikely. Still, I designate it A Special Fun Game! (note: my mother's maiden name is not included)

Michael Palin
26
The Delgados
Everton
Holland, 1945
L8
Mombasa
2
Whatever comes my way
Anchorman. Obviously
Long paragraphs
Cheese on toast
Gomez
Impunity

Oh, alright, her name was Impunity.

Anyway, I'm bored now, and I really can't imagine anyone's read this far, so I'm probably typing to myself. I can see this becoming some kind of bizarre psychological exercise. Ta-ta, lovey!


*Baby Love Child - Pizzicato Five*